In the final few days, every corner of Hogwarts bore the same slogan: Support Hogwarts' Champions—Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory.
Compared with Cedric, the vast majority of young wizards focused their attention on Harry.
They believed Hogwarts was certain to win this Triwizard Tournament.
Even Snape wore a stiff smile for Harry during class.
But clearly, this old bat simply could not produce a radiant smile. His stiff grin looked like that of a vicious ghost, prompting Ron to complain about it endlessly.
During Potions Class, Harry stood at the podium with Snape, lecturing the students on various little topics. At times, he even answered Snape's questions.
After several years of study, Harry's accumulated knowledge, whether in potions or spells, had surpassed that of most professors.
In many classes, he was less a student than a teaching assistant.
Halfway through the lesson, someone suddenly knocked on the underground classroom's door. The knocking interrupted Snape's lecture, and the entire room fell silent.
A head poked through the wooden door, speaking somewhat shyly to Snape.
"Mr. Snape, is Harry Potter here?"
It was Colin Creevey, Harry's little fanboy and a year below him.
Upon seeing Harry, he walked straight toward the podium without waiting for Snape's permission and stopped before him.
Snape was deeply displeased by this and demanded, "What are you doing?"
Only then did Colin realize he had done something wrong. He lowered his head and apologized.
"Sorry, Mr. Snape. I need to take Harry Potter upstairs."
The smile vanished completely from Snape's face. His hooked nose wrinkled slightly as he snapped, "Potter still has an hour of Potions Class. He can go with you after class. Leave immediately!"
Colin was scared stiff. Sweat beaded across his forehead, yet he did not leave. Instead, he stammered, "Sorry, Mr. Snape, but